Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2010 11:00:40 -0800 (PST)
From: David Michelson
Subject: Seduced / Beginnings / No chapter
Seduced
By
David Michelson
This story is dedicated to my mate. He knows who he is and what he means to
me. I love him more than life itself, and his happiness is my happiness.
It was a busy night for the bar I heard several of the patrons say as I
mulled around the bar, looking at the guys that seem to frequent the
place. This was my first time in a gay bar, and I was as nervous as a cat
in a room full of rocking chairs. I had never been in any bar, much less a
gay one and for that matter; I had never been with a guy.
Yes I was gay, but having grown up in a town that had less than two
thousand people living there, I kept my sexuality well buried in the
closet. I wasn't even sure why I had decided to go to this bar, other than
maybe seeing what my new city's gay life was like. I needed to widen my
horizons I had told myself, so I grabbed a taxi and the rest was history.
I had been there for almost an hour and had gotten hit on repeatedly when I
decided to leave. I had just finished my beer and had stood, when... there
he was, the most handsome man that I had ever seen. My legs went weak and
my feet refused to move.
He wore a form fitting wife beater t-shirt and snug jeans which neither
managed to hide a very powerful body. A jet black, five-o'clock shadow had
formed across his masculine jaw and matched his short black hair. But it
was his eyes that captivated me and they were the most gorgeous green eyes
that I had ever seen.
His heritage was definitely Mediterranean I thought, with a rich, tanned,
skin tone and a strong, bold face with a classic Roman nose and full
pouting lips. His drop dead gorgeous looks would have been enough to catch
my eye, but his body beckoned my eyes downward to the large bulge in his
jeans.
We passed near each other and our eyes met, held their gaze, and then he
smiled, flashing a perfectly white set of teeth... I melted.
"Hello handsome," he said, his voice thick and deep, I looked around to see
just who he was talking to. "Yes you cutie, I was talking to you," he said
and I nearly passed out from the tone of his voice.
He was about six foot two or three and the T-shirt that he was sporting,
clung to him like a second skin. I wanted to reach out and feel the pecks
that were hiding under it and I imagined them to be rock hard like granite
with depth and definition carved down to the center of his chest between
them. He lifted his shit from his waistband and removed it, revealing
large, dark nipples which stuck out from the fur that covered his chest and
ran down the carved ripples of his abs.
He caught me looking and smiled. "Not to bad a body for a guy of forty," he
said more than asked, and then he extended his hand out to me. "Chris
Niemack," he said his grip totally masculine.
"Ah... yeah... your body is hot, smoldering hot," I replied and turned red;
I couldn't believe that I had just told him that his body was hot.
"Don't sweat it man, I get that all the time," he said still holding my
hand in his. "And you are..." he asked.
"David, David Michaels," I said and glanced down at my hand still in his.
"Sorry about that David," he said releasing my hand.
"I'm not," I said and again, I wanted to find a hole somewhere and crawl
into it.
The loss of his hand left me wanting more, I wanted his hands on me,
searching my body as they felt their way over my body. He just stood there
grinning and looking like he had read my mind, because, before I could say
another word, his hand was on the nape of my neck, pulling me to him.
Our mouths met and electricity seemed to surge through me, through us. I
let out a soft sigh and found Chris replacing my breath with his
tongue. Damn this guy could kiss and he pulled my body tightly to his, we
fit together like a glove to a hand. He was a man that knew what he wanted
and took it, and now he was taking possession of me but gently.
"Would you like to go back to my place, David?" he asked and I could only
nod, I was in total awe of the man.
With his arm possessively around my waist, he led me out of the bar and the
eyes of those around us spoke volumes as they watched us leave. They must
have been watching him, because I could see the jealousy in their eyes as
Chris escorted me from the bar.
"Are you sure it's me that should be going home with you, Chris," I asked
as I surveyed the guys at the bar who appeared much handsomer. "You could
probably do much better than me with one of them," I added, motioning with
my head towards several hot guys that had been watching us.
"I have perfection right here in my arms, David," he said, flashing that
hypnotic smile at me and again, he stopped and took my mouth captive with
his.
I nearly died when he said that and just melted in his arms because I was
just your average dude. I stood an even six feet tall and had long needle
straight, blond hair and exotic blue eyes, a gift from my mom. My shoulders
were almost as broad as Chris's, and my pecks were rock hard and hairless,
and I had a beginning of a six pack forming, which would be defined better
with time. My arms and legs had great definition, but it was my ass that
made the dudes desire me, or rather to be in me. My ass always seems to
draw the men to me, and it seems to defy gravity with their muscular
strength and firm tight globes, another gift from mom.
"So Chris, do you have anyone in your life?" I asked and he gave me an
irritated look.
"Do you really think that I would be taking you home with me if I had," he
asked before closing the door.
Now I felt like such an ass for even thinking that he might be the kind to
cheat on some guy. "I'm sorry Chris for insinuating that you could be
cheating on a partner."
"Don't worry about it David, most guys assume, because of my looks, that I
have a partner. But I don't believe in cheating," he said and once I saw
his smile, my worry completely disappeared. "What about you, are you
involved with someone?"
"Me...now there's a joke for you," I said nervously. "I not only don't have
someone, I'm still a virgin. I cannot believe that I am even going home
with you Chris, because I don't believe in one-night stands. But seeing how
I am twenty-one and still a virgin, I decided that I needed to widen my
horizon," I told him as I slid across the bench seat to snuggle up close to
him.
My heart desired him; my mind lusted after him, as I looked into those
captivating green eyes of his. He was a gay man's dream and here I was with
him and heading to his house for heaven knows what. I didn't care; I wanted
to broaden my horizons so here was the perfect man to do it with.
"I'm sorry Chris, if you'd rather a more experienced man and not do this, I
will understand," I told him and began to slide back over to my side of the
seat.
"You get that sweet ass of yours over here," he demanded, pulling me closer
to him. "If I was interested in those shallow guys at the bar, I would not
be taking you home with me, David."
I was definitely falling in love with him, because, not only was he
handsome, but he had values as well. "So are you a top or bottom, Chris" I
questioned, looking into his eyes through the rear view mirror.
"Oh, I am definitely a top and from the looks of your ass, I would say that
you were born to be a bottom, and a great one at that."
I was nervous, no I was scared, because I had never even had a finger in my
ass, much less a cock. Should I ask him to bring me back to the bar, or do
I broaden my horizons and stay, I was thinking.
"Listen David, I have never forced anyone into being my bottom," Chris
said. "I would love to be your first, but I also believe that a guy's first
time should be with someone that they love," he added and it only made me
fall in love with him further. "And not only that..." he paused
momentarily, "I'm rather large if I do say so myself."
Ok, so modesty isn't one of his virtues, but fuck, I need to see for myself
if what he is saying is true. Besides, even if his cock was just five
inches, it was the man to which it was connected that was seducing me.
"Would you mine if we talked about things instead of just hopping into bed,
Chris?"
"I was going to insist on it," he said as his hand gently rubbed my
thigh. "I make a mean margarita and have a private patio to enjoy the
drinks on."
The drive to his house took longer than I had thought, taking us out of the
city and into the sparsely populated country. I was getting a tad nervous
when he pulled off of the main road and down a narrow dirt road.
"Where are you taking me, Chris," I asked nervously.
"To my den of iniquity where I will torture you until you go insane," he
said and then laughed heartily. "My house is just up ahead David, and I
promise not to hurt you."
"Ok...Chris," I said not sure if I should believe him or make a run for it
as soon as the truck stops.
"Hey handsome, there is no need to worry," he assured me. "If you're that
uncomfortable David, I can turn around and take you back to the bar." His
eyes seem to beg me to stay and I did.
"No!" I shouted rather loud and quick, he jumped but smiled his approval.
We pulled up to a large log home with a wrap around porch and I could tell
that he loved the country over the city.
"My God Chris, this place is huge for just one person," I said staring at
the home.
"Don't move, stay right there handsome," he said and quickly exited the
truck, racing around the front to open my door.
He was a complete gentleman, offering his hand to me as I slid from the
truck. Again like the bar, he walked me up to his front door with his arm
firmly around my waist.
"Me casa su casa," he said and stepped aside so that I could go in.
The great room was enormous, and opposite the entry stood a rock wall
sporting a fireplace. It was furnished handsomely and very masculine, with
leather furniture and heavy wooden tables.
"What can I get you to drink," he asked stepping into the kitchen.
"A beer is fine Chris," I said, staring at his ass when he bent over into
the refrigerator to grab two beers.
He came back, grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to his master suite,
and again, the bedroom was very masculine.
"I thought that we were going to talk first Chris," I nervously said.
"We are stud muffin, out here on my patio," he said, motioning toward the
French doors. "I thought that seeing how hot it is, you might want to get
out of those jeans," he said and instantly I began to show my doubt over
being there. "I have some nice summer gauze pants that will fit you just
fine," he said and disappeared into a walk-in closet.
I stood there waiting, not knowing what I had gotten myself into, when he
stepped out holding a pair of pants and a shirt.
"Take these and use the master bath to change," he said, handing me the
clothes.
I took them and went into the bathroom, where I pealed my jeans and my
sweat soaked shirt from me.
"Would you mind if I took a quick shower," I called out and then suddenly
the door opened, leaving me standing there naked before him.
"As long as I can join you," he said, searching my eyes for any fear.
"Aw... I guess that would be all right," I stammered and he dropped the
robe that he was wearing, revealing a body that I had grossly under
estimated as to its beauty.
We showered and again he remained the gentleman, only kissing me as his
hand washed me. His fingers had a way all their own of seduction. Just when
I felt that I was ready to give in to his seduction, he turned me around to
rinse. After rinsing us from all soap, he turned off the water, stepped
from the shower and grabbed a towel. Slowly, seductively, his hands moved
the towel over my body, as they dried me from the shower.
"Go get dressed sweetie while I dry off," he said and grabbed a second
towel from a tower which held several nicely folded towels.
I through on the gauze pants but left the shirt unbuttoned, I looked in the
mirror and saw why he had given them to me. The material clung to me like
skin, leaving my manhood nicely wrapped in the flimsy material.
"Shall we babe," he said motioning to the patio.
It was a large patio that overlooked an even larger back yard, and it had
two lounge chairs with a table between them. The night's moon was full and
it illuminated the patio romantically, and even though it was still very
warm, a shiver ran down my spine.
"Relax David," he said handing me my beer once he opened it, and then took
a seat in one of the loungers.
"This is all new to me Chris, like I said earlier, you are the first man
that I have ever been with," I told him as I stood there afraid to move.
He pulled me to his lap and we talked for several hours, and he remained a
perfect gentleman. After a moment of quiet, having exhausted our topics of
conversation, he pulled me to him and took possession of my mouth. It was a
heated kiss, one filled with desire, a man's desire for his lover, and it
totally scared me. I had seen his manhood soft and it was larger than mine
was, soft.
I got up and he quickly got up also, took me into his strong, beefy arms
and pulled me to him in another hot, torrid kiss. The sweat poured from me
and it felt as if it was over a hundred degrees out, as I stood there in
his arms kissing him.
"Would you be more comfortable inside with the air conditioning," he asked,
but I felt confined, trapped, so I ran down the steps and out into the
night, looking for a place that I could escape to, to think.
I was flooded with feelings that I couldn't handle nor trust. Love had
always been cruel to me growing up, and now I was facing a love that was
being offered unconditionally to me, and I did not know how to handle it or
if I even trusted it. My heart told me that I wanted him, but my brain told
me that he would only betray me.
I saw a gazebo hidden amongst the trees further into the woods, and I ran
for it. I was standing there in tears when he finally found me, and he took
me into his arms. "How good we seem to be together, is it really love that
we feel?" I asked Chris, needing to know that it was the real thing and not
just lust. "It is for me David, it was the real thing the moment that I
saw you," Chris said, his voice soft and seductive with his mouth next to
my ear. I was in Chris's garden, the one place that we had privacy, and my
body seemed to call to Chris, I needed him and needed him badly as a man to
teach me love's ways. I was standing inside the gazebo; my face wore a
smile of anticipation, anxiously waiting for him to decide our fate. No
longer were we just two men that had been talking, but now he wanted to be
lovers, and I didn't want anything to ruin what we had begun to build as a
couple. I wore soft white gauze pants, a pair that he loaned me after our
shower, and they revealed my sensuous body; they had his planned affect on
him and my shirt laid on a bench inside the gazebo, leaving my upper body
naked, my nipples rock hard, a sure distraction to him. Chris looked at my
chest, my hard, round nipples stood tall, just waiting for his mouth to
envelope them and take me to paradise. My chest had not a trace of hair,
something that Chris liked about me and my head was covered with soft
curls, a result of the shower and not having a blow dryer to blow them
straight. Those eyes of his, they seem to capture the moonlight and
reflect back as if a million bits of stardust had landed in them, they were
hypnotic and they held my gaze whenever he looked at me. "I want you as my
lover David, can we try," he asked, looking deep into my soft blue eyes.
"I want that also Chris," I whispered, our mouths next to each other. I
allowed my body to respond to Chris; he was hard, hot and needy. "I can
feel your hunger beating in my heart," he said, his voice was soft, deep
and seductive. His hands came down gently on my shoulders, turned me to
face him, and moved lightly down my arms and back up to my back, tracing
the sweeping line of my back to my waist. He caressed the small of my back,
the line of my hips beneath the fabric of the pants, and when he moved his
hands to trace my hard, round ass, he found that I wore nothing beneath the
flimsy material...it only fuelled the smoldering flames of hunger that was
building in Chris. Chris's breath caught in his throat, his heart leaped,
as if molten lava was moving through his veins, spreading heat and fire to
pool low in the hard, throbbing ache of his cock. He leaned into me,
tilting my head up, exposing my neck in anticipation of his breath, his
mouth, as he moved seductively over my sensitised skin, leaving behind his
mark. "I love your scent, your taste, it's intoxicating to me, David," he
whispered against my neck as his tongue caressing softly over the mark that
he had left, still tasting David, his man. My need to feel of his mouth on
me, the erotic sensation of his tongue's soft caresses, was
overpowering. Chris's eyes slowly circled my body, slowly, almost gliding
around me, until he felt my hands caressing his chest, and tantalising his
nipples, our eyes interlocked, "Smell my desire sweetheart, its calling to
you. I'm hot, hard, and I need your body's warmth to envelope me." He said
and I needed his mouth on me along with the erotic sensation of sharing our
bodies with each other. "I want you Chris, I want your love, right hear,
right now," I whispered against his neck, as one of his hands slipped down
to follow the curve of my hip, coming around front to untie the knot that
held my pants together, so he could shape my legs, trace my thighs, move
his hands to find the beckoning heat of my treasure. I moaned softly, my
need merging with his, the erotic images dancing in our minds, heightening
our own desires, and heating our blood to nearly boiling. I turned in
Chris's arms and pressed back against him, feeling the hard length of him,
picking up the seductive rhythm of Chris's fingers as he delved deep into
my velvet sheath. Heat and fire rose quickly, flames licking over my skin,
my body coiling tighter and tighter around Chris's fingers. Chris's desire
was pounding like a jackhammer in my head, and in my body. I was aware of
Chris's hand on my chest; his fingers found the hard muscle while his thumb
caressed the nipple, caressing it into a peak of erotic hardness. "Do you
want me David; do you want me as your lover, your husband?" Chris asked
softly, his voice husky with need and his breath softly caressing my ear.
"Very much," I replied, barely able to force the words out. "I need you,
Chris, I need you in my life, and I need you in my body surrounding your
cock with my heat and softness, I need you as much as you need me baby," I
answered back, and more than anything, I needed to feel his body taking
possession of mine. He pushed me backward onto the bench and covered my
body with his, all the while our mouths met in complete surrender. While
his tongue invaded my mouth, his knees were pushing my legs apart, his cock
pressing against my entrance.
"I love you David and I want you to marry me," he whispered and again he
didn't bother to wait for my answer, but covered my mouth with his.
With our mouths locked together, he slid his cock deep into my waiting
rosebud. I gasped when his cock seated itself deep within my body, the pain
nearly unbearable.
"Breathe sweetheart, feel how my cock was made for your body," he whispered
and the pain subsided as he kissed me again.
He broke our kiss, rose up on his arms, and began to search out a rhythm
while our eyes stayed focused on each other, my hands holding his hips.
"This is not what I want," I told him and he pulled his cock from me. "I
don't want to be fucked like I was a china doll or something that would
break. I want my man to fuck me and to give my ass a workout. Now fuck your
mate like I was the last fuck on earth," I told him, amazed by my
aggression.
"Let me make love to my mate, just once like this, soft and tender," he
asked and I knew he needed to show me his softer side, so I nodded yes,
afraid that if I spoke, I would cry because of his vulnerability. "I love
you David, more than you could possibly know or imagine."
The heat of the night was in our bodies, all around us, and the need for
Chris's cock to be in me was overwhelming. I wanted him like this, hard and
hot, hungry for me, and mostly without any of my fears taunting us. Chris
was all too aware of my fears that love to me meant abuse and cruelty, but
he took his time to let real love develop. Believe me, I worked my charm
also, my gift of seduction over him was working as well as his to draw me
into his life forever, as lovers, as equals and most importantly, as
husbands. I threw my head back as Chris leaned over my body, my arms
bringing his head closer so that I could find his nipple, to tease it,
taste it, and finally nibble on it, driving him deeper into ecstasy. I
rolled us over onto his back and buried my face in his soft chest hair,
drinking in the scent of my man, while I tortured his nipples with my
mouth. Electrical charges coursed through him, through us, taking us ever
deeper into our passion, our desire, his need, his ecstasy, and gently
nudging him ever closer to his edge. "Oh baby slow down... you have me
dancing on the edge of ecstasy," he moaned, gasping when he felt my mouth
taking possession of his cock. "Nooooo... damn it stop...I'll cum," he
yelled, not wanting to cum just yet. My mouth was too much for his cock, I
had him dancing on the edge and my tongue gave his cock the push that it
needed to send him careening over and into ecstasy. "Yes, fuck yes
babe... I can't hold it back... take it," he gasped, he held my head
firmly, pushing me down further onto his cock, his hips thrusting his
aching cock deeper into my mouth, my throat, and exploding like a volcano,
spewing its lava deep into my throat. His hips thrust upward frantically;
burying all of his cock, balls deep into my sensuously hot mouth, refusing
to stop until he had given me all that he had to give me. With his cock
spent, but still hard, Chris stood, pulled me up to him, turned me from him
and buried his face in my shoulder, gently biting me and sending erotic
flames coursing through me. Against my back I could feel the heat of his
skin, the hard muscles of his chest, and the beating of his racing heart
that matched the tune of mine. I pressed back against him to feel his
thick, hard cock pressing, straining against my rosebud. "Take me lover, I
need to feel you in me," I cooed over my shoulder, my voice enticing,
seductive, and very demanding. Chris quickly found the softness of my
shoulder and is teeth nipped, scraped and teased me. I smiled when he
groaned and pressed his fingers into the softness of my treasure. My body
clenched seductively around his fingers, taking him in deeper, pushing
against his hand for more. I moved in restless, wanton invitation against
him, my body needing the reality of Chris's manhood in me. Chris groaned
again, the sound was erotic and husky, tearing from his throat as my hips
moved my ass against Chris's hand, my body shuddering with pleasure. The
feel of Chris's mouth on my skin was driving me crazy. Chris's hard shaft
was growing harder, and swelling larger with need as my body heaved against
Chris's hand, my ass pressing against it. The friction and enticement that
my skin provided was a temptation by itself. I burned in Chris's arms as
my hand closed about his hard shaft, savouring the warmth, with its
throbbing, thick need. I guided Chris's cock to its destination with
absolute desire. Chris knew what I wanted, needed, and his own body was
supplying it to me, as he drove us forward onto the bench and his cock
thrust forward into me, with the need to bury it deep inside my treasure.
"My God David, I want to make love to you and drive you insane with
pleasure," he whispered, his breath caressing my ear. "I need my husband
to satisfy me, to teach me the powers of love." I whispered back, fighting
back the tears that his love was causing me. He thrust his cock deep into
me, I gasped at the invasion, but I thrust my hips up, needing every inch
of my lover's fat, ten inches inside me. Chris tugged me to him; bringing
me against the hard strength of his body, holding me tightly, so that he
could feel every inch of my hot velvet sheath around his cock. I was hot
beneath his body, and I found myself murmuring words of affection for this
man. Chris wanted this night of lovemaking to never end, knowing that it
was sealing our bond of love together for evermore. He had taken a chance
on me, seeing beneath the fašade that I wore and into the very heart of me,
seeing my need to be loved unconditionally. I had fought my lover tooth and
nail at first, never wanting to yield to the power of love. I had given my
heart and it only had caused me pain and abuse, but my guy's perseverance
prevailed until he had me mind, body and soul. Chris's hips thrust
downward, deeper and faster into the molten heat of my ass. Moments turned
to minutes, and after what felt like eternity, Chris's edge was approaching
once again. As his rhythm increased and his need to release became eminent,
I began matching his rhythm thrust for thrust, my ass pulling, milking his
manhood until he could no longer hold back. "I'm going to come
wife... take me," he howled and he exploded hard, violent, deep into my hot
velvet sheath, shooting rope after rope of his seed deep into the only man
that he would ever love or need. I wanted to be his wife, but never knew
if he could look at me in that role. We were two men and in love, so how
could I be his wife? It was just a word, a title I thought, but it was the
man, my man, calling me his wife that mattered most. I was going to be the
best wife that he'd ever known and satisfy him every minute of our lives
together I told myself. Spent and reluctantly, he pulled his softening
length from me, turning me to face him; his mouth covered my mouth as his
tongue invaded deeply. "Do you have any idea just what you mean to me
David?" he asked after he broke our kiss and my eyes moved over his face,
his eyes hot and smoldering with desire, as he brushed aside my hair from
my face. Chris smiled then, loving the way my eyes devoured him with such
hunger, such desire, and more so with love. "Yes I do, Chris. I've known
from our first time together just how much you care about me." I said, sat
up, and pulled his head to my lips, my eyes devouring his face. "Chris, I
love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you as your lover and
equal," I whispered, my need for him was unlike anything that I had ever
felt before and I wanted him to know it. "Come and move in with me David,
let me take care of you." He whispered back to me. "I love you and I don't
want to, no, I can't ever live without you in my life and in my bed." We
kissed hard and long, his heart pounding against mine. He kissed his way
down my body until his mouth took my cock deep, not stopping until his nose
rested contently in my pubes and the warmth of his throat surrounded my
cock. I held his head to my groin as I exploded into his throat. Just the
touch of his mouth on my cock sent me over my edge, and I spewed my juices
deep into his hot, moist throat. "Mmmmm," he moaned as he drank every drop
that I offered, and never stopped until my cock softened. "I love you
Christopher," I whispered, exhausted from our love making. "I love you
most my wife," he whispered back, pulling my body close to his. We fell
asleep; my body spooned against his, two men in love forever more and my
fears about love diminishing rapidly.
*** I awoke first and felt Chris's morning wood pressing against my ass. I
knew what that meant, he had to piss.
"Good morning baby," I whispered over my shoulder.
"Mmmmm," he moaned back as he slowly left his sleep behind.
I got up and headed to the bathroom; I so needed to piss and couldn't wait
any longer. Immediately, Chris was there beside me, his cock pointing down
at my cock.
"What are you doing," I asked when his cock let loose with a steady stream
of piss, covering my pubes, drenching them in his hot, yellow piss.
I didn't know what to do, because this was the first time that I had ever
been pissed on. I have been pissed off, but I had never been pissed on. It
felt good, that warmth, the wetness as it ran through my pubes, down my
cock and legs to my feet. I was standing in a large yellow pool of hot
piss, and my eyes were glued to his cock as his piss slowly ebbed and then
stopped.
"That was so fucking hot," Chris said and then quickly knelt down, pulling
my cock so that it was pointed at his face.
"Let it go babe... give me your piss," Chris said, so obediently I let my
piss go.
He knelt there contented as my piss hit his face, and running down his
body. He opened his mouth and buried my pissing cock deep inside it. The
feeling of my hot piss flowing down his warm throat, kept me hard. He
suckled it all the while I was pissing, drinking in every drop until I had
nothing left to give. But his mouth was wet and hot as he sucked on my
cock; he had my piss and now was going for my sperm.
I grabbed his soaked hair in my fist, and pummeled my cock deep into his
mouth. This had been a night of firsts and now the day was beginning to be
just the same.
"Yeah baby... just like that," I wailed as Chris sucked my manhood
ardently.
I was horny and after the pissing, I was ready to pop a load so thick into
Chris' mouth. "I'm gonna cum baby," I said, my fists wrapped in his hair
and holding his head to my groin. "Take it baby... aaaaggghhh fuck
shooting," I howled, releasing my thick, hot spunk deep down his waiting
throat.
My hips pounded my cock into his mouth, I was awake, horny and I was
releasing my spunk into his mouth, life just couldn't get any better than
this, I was thinking as my jets finally ebbed and was replaced with a need
to urinate.
"I gotta piss again Chris," I said, my legs weak from the massive orgasm
that I had just had.
"Mm-hmm," he murmured but never once released my cock, so I let loose with
another stream.
This was better than the first time, my sensitive cock with his lips fully,
securely wrapped around it only added to the experience. I pissed and
pissed like gallons of the yellow stuff it felt like.
"What a fucking great way to start my day," he said, standing up and taking
my mouth captive with his.
I tasted my cum and piss mixed together in his mouth, and it only added to
immense pleasure that my afterglow was giving me. It tasted tart and salty,
but no where near offensive as I had always thought that it would. After
all, it was my own and it was being offered to me by my mate, so I snuggled
in closer to my baby.
As soon as our kiss broke, I dropped to my knees, and took his cock deep
into my mouth. It was hard and thick with need, and he didn't waist time as
he began pounding my mouth thoroughly. As I had done with him, Chris fisted
my hair and used it to hold me to his groin.
"I going to shoot David," he howled, his cock swelled within my throat and
blasted a steady stream of man sperm.
I drank it quickly, the volume of it immense and I knew what was going to
follow, his piss. I had no sooner thought it when I felt the consistency of
the liquid spewing into my mouth change. He was pissing and I was drinking
it and loving every drop.
"Thank you David," he whispered as he pulled me to my feet, and we kissed
hard and torrent.
I had given my husband a pleasure and in return I received the same from
him, something that once grossed me and now totally turned me on.
"I love you David, and not because of the sex, but for the fine young man
that you are." He kissed me soft and tenderly, his eyes filled with tears,
and at that moment I knew that no one would ever come between us.
"I love you more, Chris," I whispered back and let him pull me into the
shower.
With our bodies cleansed, and our mouths as well, we headed to the kitchen
hand and hand naked to make breakfast.
"I really enjoyed the water sports Chris," I admitted, wrapping my arms
around him from behind.
"I worried about how to let a mate know that I liked those games, and there
you were to embrace my fetish wholeheartedly.
"Well I wouldn't say wholeheartedly, it was more out of curiosity at
first. But you really seemed to be turned on by it, and that made me really
want to get into it."
"So are we... can we do it again," an eager Chris asked, turning in my arms
and smiling down at me.
"If it brings you pleasure Chris, yes we can," I said and rose up on my
toes to find his mouth with mine.
"So if I ask you to marry me David, will you say yes," a now serious Chris
asked, his eyes showed his love for me.
"Only if you propose like a regular man would do," I said and immediately,
Chris dropped to his knee.
With my hand in his hands, he looked up at me. "David Michaels, would you
do me the honor of being my mate for life," he said and his eyes sparkled
with tears.
"Yes Chris, I'll marry you," I said, my own eyes wet with tears.
He stood up, took me into his arms and we sealed out commitment with a
kiss.
"I love you David, and I promise to put your happiness before mine," he
said with his arms firmly around me.
"I love you also, Chris, and I promise that I'll take you beyond happiness
to a realm that neither of us will ever return from.
The End
If you liked my story let me know at davidmichelson2@yahoo.com